Social life skills norms

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My gaze returns to my troop, I press my boot a little more on the brat's head. My hand slides along my shirt until it touches the handle of my favorite notch, it brings it back to the light. For a moment, my fingers run over the notched blade. With the tip of my index finger, I feel the curved tip, the sharp edge. A grin invades my features as I hold it out at arm's length towards my men. They don't even think of smiling, they are too afraid, they would pee themselves, if they didn't control themselves a little.

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The heat of the drops on my skin immediately envelops me, I close my eyes, close myself off from everything, let myself be carried away by the water which flows, surrounds me, invades me. It chases away the film of freshness, almost coldness, which covers me, and wakes up my body. Then, something changes: a thin, a tiny draft, a presence at my side, a breath on the back of my soaked neck. Cool hands come to embrace me, the hands of a man.

Dan!

I tilt my head back when his lips touch my shoulder. The thrill is intense, exhilarating, carrying many promises. His hands slide over my hips, meet on my stomach, begin a delicious crawl over my body. The water hits my face, my neck, I don't care. Dan has just immersed me in a universe where only his hands, his mouth, his tongue, his body matter. I slowly, madly ignite under his increasingly precise, increasingly delectable caress.